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Las postales de Armando Barbas celebran la vez que un reportero, mismo que alguna vez quiso ser periodista, se fugo de vacaciones —a través de los interwebs.
Of course, it’s no « conFLICt of Interest » with the Préfecture de Police à Paris or, pepper spray down the EAR CANAL or on the top of the mouth (palette) but, Mr. Mediapart, we did try to serve you an appetizer before the GUMBO.
The last time that Öüï saw the entire area between the Hôtel Dieu and The Prefecture de Police (Metro Line 4) blocked off, a police officer there had committed fratricide against one of his collegues. Let’s hope that today’s blockage is due to the enhanced check points for COVID–19, period, and with that, Eye does KNOT want to tell the good people of the French Republik, « Eye told you So, but there it is ».
“We wanted to prove that a Well-Oiled machine could send an office boy to the Senat[e].”
Tom Pendergast
Missouri Political Boss
They Call Mí, Trinity ⚽️ 0C9DCAC3-513E-4F3E-B3F0-F5C069DC1282 👂🏼 … but over at the Préfecture de Paris (Centre) Eye is really, Nobody (1973).
Lorem Ipsum dolores follows… on number 3, and here’s why Chayito Oaken (Rosario Robles), because it’s funny, until it’s not. Por ejemplo, Dave Chappelle, …
The Ministry of Social Development (SeDeSol en Espagnol del bueno) was pretty much “the influencer” who would design strategies to plan for better living conditions, especially among the most MARGINALIZED sectors of the Rural and Urban communities in Mexico among the other Cabinet positions of then Mexican President, Enrique Peña Nieto. That same ministry-level pay-grade has been rebranded with a more “of the people” sounding, Ministry of Well-being under el presidente, Andrés Manuel López Obrador.
Well, long storEy sHort, those strategies to that Chayito Oaken (Rosario Robles) was supposed to have come up with never materialized for the advertised POLITICAL ADS and instead, the ALLOCATIONS (moneies) to pay for those projects, designed to help the marginalized sectors of the Mexican Census, were SIPHONED instead, like a…
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to key politicians and empresarios. To put it in perspective, when a natural disaster happen, the ministry that Chayito Oaken (Rosario Robles) would make the difference between a well-planned community outreach program and one that resembles the Bush Administration response to Hurricane Katrina, or our current 45th iteration in Puerto Rico with Hurricane Maria, because the context here is distribution of resources and properly planned communities in accordance to their geographical and regional needs.
La Plata, Argentina_ It’s a strange place to pay one’s respects to one of the greatest football Cracks since the sport was organized and sanctioned by the FIFA, not the NFL. In Austin, Texas, the strangest of places in Ted Cruz’ State, Texans lined up for miles and miles, and miles and miles in a vehicular procession to say good-bye to Diego Armando Maradona, El 10, “el pelusa”. Dallas soon followed, and in El Paso, in El Paso del Norte nunca ha pasado—nada.
Just like Venezuela .:. 5A23918D-F422-4550-B9E1-2D7D55BADD8A .:. Galeano, Chávez, y ahora Maradona van a hacer un análisis de el documental, “South of The Border” by Oliver Stone.
The spectacle is reminiscent of the tide-like recession and food shortages that affect Venezuela, but this is Texas and even in a place of weirdos, like its capital Austin, gasoline is still cheaper than a loaf of Wonder bread, or a French baguette…
Chapter 2: Roosevelt, Truman* and Wallace
(19 Nov. 2012)
Note, to editors:
Do knot try to adjust your settings ⚽️ F4458D3B-D455-4F7E-BA03-667977DC84DE 🌎 Si nos dejan, it’s going to be a Maradona Mediawatch episode of the Twilight Zone (tribute), but for testing purposes, the above negritos come courtesy of Franklin Delano Roosevelt during his trip to Africa, while “the toad” was with “Uncle Joe” in The U.S.S.R., true story, ask The Beatle.
We, the staff of this most non-consequential blog are awaiting an “official” notice of the outcome of our contestation to the Paris Préfecture of Police, the decision was delivered as promised on Columbus Day week, coincidence, only if you believe that Thanksgiving is an Anglo-Saxon day of friendship. Thanksgiving, if anything, is just another reminder of how British imperialism (in religious form) has kept the East India Company alive and well… what says you, Uncle Joe?
On a different wave, the president of the united states (2020) is now using his lawyers as a smartphone LoudSpeaker stand, it’s a bold move and a good compromise on that fucking $75,000 deduction for his hairstylist, on the other side of the Screen, the former Vice-president delivers his first Executive-elect Turkey greeting.
To quote the TOAD, “nobody has done more for We$tern $ty£€ Democracy (formally, The East India Company) than my friend, the Missouri Political Boss, Tom Pendergast. 💷
For the record, if Eye could go back to Secundaria/High School and re–rewrite all the essays that Eye wrote, Eye would most certainly include an ibid reference to Vice-president Henry Wallace every time that Eye would reference Tom Pendergast political cartoon titled “Dewey’s Folly”: Dewey Defeats Truman.
… In Hilo, Hawaii, it’s 10:45 on the Eve of Thanksgiving, somewhere on them islands over yonder, the rightful owners of the land are renting surfboards to happy G.I.’s on Leave from The Land of The Rising Sun, Inti in La Plata, Argentina.
Happy Día Acción de Gracias en Nuevo México, EEUU.
Trinity Follows… and Bud Spenser is a mean French-trained Prison’s Bureau prefect in a Turkish Prison.
Technically, Öüï were Knot lying, for the past four days we [the staff of this blog] have tried to get both a faceand ear injury on a judicial medical report for violence against u.s., period—full stop:
Based on a short story by Terry Bisson (1991). “They made the machines. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. Meat made the machines.” “That’s ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You’re asking me to believe in sentient meat.” “I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in the sector and they’re made out of meat.”
and then Eye looked directly at the doctor and said, you know doctor, Eye is no doctor, but Öüï here did spent a season shy of a decade sleeping with one of your medical colleagues at a Holiday Inn, and right now, doc, your Hippocratic Oath (sorry to note) is looking more like a Ministère de Education instrumentalisation tactic.
Il est onze heures, le gris commence
Per your greeter’s instructions .:. B0DF0AAB-D93E-44B4-A319-A04FA6F9F688 .:. The following is a timestamp: In Hilo, Hawaii, it’s 11 O’Clock. Might you have the Time for Armenia and for Haut-Karabakh?
Now, Mr. K.L.Mediapart, Eye knows that any frog on the Lilly pond will probably just shrug the above-mentioned claim and move on, except that when she began to explain why the very first good doctor who evaluated us Eye began to syncopate what a hospital work rotation looked like, from the time that she is a medical student, through her hospital rotation periods and on through the time when her colleagues raise that hand to say: yada yada yada. Eye also revealed other knowledge that only a spouse of a medical doctor would know about the politics that live in a Grey’s Anatomy tome. And that is when she agreed to talk to her section chief and long storEy sHort, the good doctor noted my injuries, with today’s date, but did tell Mí D.A.T. Eye would need to see a judicial “qualified” medical doctor to also note the same injuries because her diagnostic would not be legal in any court and, considering that a big-ticket supermarket here in Paris, France, apparently trains their private security to beat up homeless people inside of their toilettes, then it would probably be incumbent upon us to obtain said medical diagnostic addendum to an already bursting file of Mí at the good Ol’ Préfecture de Police.
The reverb–eration effect.:. 4472BF79-13CF-400E-9043-39FAB31FB71B .:. Off-course, if Eye told you, Mr. K.L.Mediapart, that Eye felt the Monoprix version of the rent-a-cop assault on a paying customer here in the Parisian “Downtown” before France 24 got out of bed on Friday morning, you would probably guess my name.
Please disregard the second part of today’ headers, the title, like Daron Noir is a play-on-words. The Brits, Meet The Beatles is the equivalent of your Baron Noir.
Anyhow, Mr. K.L.M., we, [the staff of this most non-consequential blog] stopped by your office earlier in the day and were given instructions at the door, on how to reach you, additionally, pay no attention to the snapshot below, the receptionist at the aforementioned door informed us that your contact protocols are operating on France’s 3rd Republic protocols, as in, “looking more towards 1914, than onwards to 1940”, a paraphrase of course, —from 1973.
Personally, and Eye means this with the utmost respect, we found it amusing that before we could even be allowed anywhere near your media company’s reception area, your Daronne at the door (see what we did D.A.R.E.?) would ask for original documents of all of the evidence of whatever information our envoy, Armando Segovia, was there to deliver before you or any media representative would consider granting us the time of day… interesting STONEWALL, very Thomas Edison of Mediapart, considering the flip-side of that particular request when your information gathering teams (journalists) go out and request an audience from the plebs on the streets. Fair enough, we will try to comply, just give u.s. a minute before noon in Hilo, Hawaii, in order to complete our 36 hour “OPEN SKIES” shift… in case you fuckers follow NATO news.
Indeed, Mr. K.L.Mediapart, we expected “shade” but we didn’t think that you operated under Parisian restaurants, bistros, and cafés window-seating access standards*.
But of course, all of the above sounds better when spoken in French, so have-at-it, Sir:
Last night my Right Eye discovered That French cops were Pussies, —at the time when i asked for my property back— but some, are just EXACTLY like them little American cops.
Good morning, it’s 9.20 in the morning and today is Mexican Revolution They.
ODEON M4… next stop, Saint Germain-des-Près .:. A2024EF1-AA99-4C46-B541-461C1E4B8155 … Three Little Words Siren, you got, IT!, Sirene: FUCK YOU COP.
Quick note, if you ever get pepper-sprayed, point-blank and TO your Face, you must remember that the chemical will stay in your eyes for a good portion of the following 24 hours. Lucky for u.s., we visited the Soup Populaire at the 6th District, of 16 (now) and the good people there hooked us up with a little bottle of VITAMINs B6 and D, which we did not drink earlier in the day (yesterday), like yogurt, or milk, anything that makes for a happy movement of SHIT is a good remedy for the pepper-spray that insecure “little” debutant cops throw at you.
Some people call me the space cowboy .:. You know my name, you know where i lay, you even know where i take a steamy shit, and You Motherfuckers know that if i wanted to steal anything from La France, well THEN i would have asked Los Amigos de México in France for the “permission” necessary to obtain a Talents and Skills visa… like the one that Marcelo Ebrard nice got to able to study at Sciences Po in 2015 (during the year of Mexico in the Hillary Clinton Latino outreach in the U.S.A.) check La Matriculacion, or as we bums on skid row very often say: check your surveillance feed.
ISSY Mr. Macron: FUCK THE POLICE, if they punish the paying customer at MONOPrix®️, and you know what the IRONY of it is, Mme. Hidalgo? That the CEO of Franprix and Monoprix used to be a roofless sonovabitch just like yours truly.
Page 26: DECOUVERTS, « Trois lieux où mieux consomer » ; À Paris AUTOME 2020.
Now before i continue with this most non-consequential blog, be advised that tonight, your police officers relinquished from me a pair of needle nose pliers that Eye uses to remove the staples from the cardbox boxes that i use as mattresses, Eye is sorry for dispensing your pepper EYE spray on Mí.
OPEN YOUR BAG!!!
These where actually the words from the MAGAZINE manager, before i asked that motherfucker to review the surveillance feed.
I foresee that every move that Eye makes, will be monitored, but please BITCH, tell your cops to strike and get,IT!, over WITT!… bunch of pussies.
You are going to miss Mí when Eye is gone. Mark My pepperspray.
DECIDE… JAZZ is in full Swing … en negritas ⚖️ CDBDD28B-E916-43B0-B0E0-751591A2F12A 🔭 And, love: isn’t it Ironic. Sur la decision fixant le pays de destination: … 11. En se bornant à soutenir que les minorités hispaniques SONT VICTIMES DE RACISM, ou qu’il déjà étè expose à des discriminations aux Etats-Unis en raison de ses origines mexicaines, M. Segovia n’établit qu’il risquerait d’être expose à des traitements inhumaines ou dégradants en cas de retour aux Etat-Unis. Le moyen tiré de la méconnaissance de l’article 3 de la YADA, Yada, yada convention européenne de sauvegarde des droits de l’homme (¡y de la mujer también… bola de putos!!!) et des libertés fondamentales doit être écarté.
Öüï reminds our non-reading audience that to celebrate tonight’s Mexican Revolution Eve, the governments of FRANCE*, The United States, and of course, México agreed that the best thing to do about El General Cienfuegos (💯🔥’s) was to just let him go back to the State of Toluca, where los Amigos de FRANCIA en México will prepare a feast for the returning General. VIVA EL TRIBUNAL ADMINISTRATIVO de París, and of course, QUE viva la French Civil Servant STEPHANIE MENOU and her supervisor Bruno of the 6th and 7th dépôt office at Cité… (75004)
*Why La France? Go check out our section of the brown Mexican military eagles at the 2015 Bastille Day Parade, and this book.
Meanwhile in California, Evry Body wants to be a Cat!
Planet Carmel by LA Mer[de].
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On the menu:
— Steamed salmon with Asparagus (sans aspersions*) on white rice with choice of Molho de Caril and Harissa de Carthage.
Of course, the very french… 17A752C9-D71C-4BB4-A933-19AFA284DBB5 … [N]ever make collaborations… wait scratch that! The Very French never made Voltaire… or something like that.
… and Tom Nichols, “Zeppelin goes here!” , motherfucker.
